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I thought the lazy Susan( spinning wood shelf) on our dinner table was named after my mother. In fact years later I realized other people had one too. But there moms were not named Susan.
The ping-pong table was Table Tennis
The air hockey table was Table Hockey
The foosball table was Table Soccer
So the logical conclusion is that the pool table was Table Golf.
As a child, I was told, to open the garage door you have to yell, "HOCUS, POCUS, OPEN THE GARAGE DOOR!" and it would usually open. When it didn't, my mom told me i was standing on the wrong oil spot in the driveway. (Later on she told me that she heard me yelling, and had to run to the garage door opener!)
When I was young (7 yeards) i believed that dead people were buried in the walls of my house. My house was only a few years old but it used to freak me out nonetheless.
I had a water bed and I used to be scared that, if I poked a hole in it, my room would fill up with water and I could drown. I was really scared and was always careful with sharp objects around it.
when i was little, i used to think that when you moved, they would bring a new house to were you live and take your old one away. i had always seen the pre-fab houses on the trucks so i thought that was what moveing was
i used to believe that nazis lived in my walls. my sister would always talk to me through them. i was horrified that she would wake them up and they would kill us in our sleep
I used to believe the electrical outlets on the wall could move silently around the room at night, gliding across the wall to get into a good position to zap me with wires. The one next to my bed wwas upside down, so it had a particularly evil look. I used to put a heavy book against it to keep it from moving away, since I was sure that was the one that was finally going to get me.
My dad bought my mom a new bedroom set one year for Mother's Day. It had big inch-wide crystal-like knobs on all the drawers, etc. I can still remember being shocked that my dad spent so much money on my mom that year... I obviously thought the knobs were huge diamonds. My dad teased me about this forever (I remember that a whole lot better!)
When I was about 6 or 7 my aunty and uncle had a walk-in wardrobe. Whenever i heard them say it I thought they were talking about a 'walking' wardrobe and that it followed them around trying to catch them and get them to put more clothes on. i was always perplexed as to why I never saw it move.
when I was 5, after watching Beauty and the Beast, I was convince that when a teapot would produce smoke, it was simply because it was mad!
I believed this until I was 7.
When I was young my parents had a water bed. I believed that, since there was water in it, there must be fish, and since there were fish there must also be sharks. I was terrified that a shark was going to eat me if I got on their bed.
I thought that the sign for "babies can't use this toy" which depicted a frowning baby face with a line through it meant "no sad babies allowed".
after seeing "Jaws" i used to believe that at any random time, a giant shark would start coming after me when i was standing on carpet. eg the fin would be above the carpet, but the shark would swim underneath.
I used to think that if you jumped in the house the house would fall down.... unless you were on ground level and so i became the jumping police and would freak out if any of my sisters would jump around. Also,,,,, waterbeds aren't allowed upstairs cause they will fall through the floor.
In all honesty I still believe this no matter how many men tell me different. Scares the crap out of me
When I was younger I asked my dad what the red cord in our garage was (you pull it and then you have to open it by hand instead of with the opener). He didn't want me to ever pull it, so he convinced me that if I ever did pull it, the house would explode.
I used to believe the cracks in the ceiling were out to get you and that if you kept really still and didn't make a sound, they wouldn't be able to find you. I often fell asleep beneath the covers holding my breath when I was little because of this.
When I was growing up, my mother had a set of plastic bowls that were pretty much generally just for me to use (I was an only child). Identical except for color, the bowls were pink, brown, and yellow. They would get stacked in the cupboard in a random order, and I believed that whatever color bowl I had for my cereal that morning, that was the kind of day I would have. If the bowl were pink, I would have a good day, brown meant a bad day, and yellow was just neutral. I often skipped the brown bowls, preferring to pull out the next pink one.
I used to believe that the boarder on my room's walls, which were a lot of baby doll paintings, watched every move I made. So, being terrified, I used to get dressed in the dark and would sneak around my room hoping to hide every move I made.
When I was 3 or so, I used to be afraid of the dust motes that you can see in the moonlight. I don't remember much of this, but I'd apparently wake my mom with bloodcurdling screams of "THE SPECK OF DUST IS GINNA GET ME!!!" and my mom would have to "beat up" the specks before I could go to sleep.